Another windy night. Fortunately the house has withstood these incessant buffeting forces - currently at 51kph. But a picture of Boulevard Park (left) helps keep the days of drear (like today) in check. I can handle the rain, but not the cold rain. And seeds of summer trips are beginning to sprout. This summer, a trip to Barkley Sound might be in the works.And a string of robberies has turned Bellingham into a crime rampant town. Mr. Big Time is holding up small businesses. Sort of funny. Once in a while we get a murder. But people seem to be too laid back to worry about killing one another. But sometimes someone does vomit on a repulsively large SUV.
In Bellingham people walking or biking always seem to give each other a simple nod of acknowledgment when passing one another. Sometimes a smile accompanies the nod. But usually not. The Bellingham Nod is something that took me awhile to comprehend and is quite common. Time for sleep.
2 comments:
Jeff,
I've lived all my life in Bellingham, but didn't know we had a Bellingham Nod. It just seems like a natural thing...but I guess I wouldn't expect it in a larger city.
My dad grew up on Lopez Island (one of the San Juans off of Bellingham's coast). Now they have a distinct Lopez wave - not just for bikers or walkers, but for cars. "Wave, you're on Lopez" is I think the unofficial motto.
http://www.google.com/search?q=wave+when+you%27re+on+Lopez+Island&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&aq=t&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a
I guess it is sort of like the "Aussie wave"~ people tend to think of the friendly Aussies who are always waving to one another... when in actual fact is is just a natural reaction to wave the multitude of flies away from the face....
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